It's only 20 some miles from the city but it's on a very deep lot, with a long driveway and big separate garage, unusual given the age of the neighborhood. It has a tiny front and back yard, but has two nice side yards giving some distance from neighbors lined with full grown spruce, lending quiet and privacy to the place. From here, each of us can take a non-freeway, backroad to work, each in 40 minutes (opposite directions).
Yes, this would be too cool
But it's been a lot of work, complete landscaping (small patches of dead grass don't count) complete new plumbing and rewiring, more plumbing, subfloors, wood restoration, removing stained wallpaper, plasterwork. There's still a lot more to do, a main floor bath last redone in the late 60's, new steps front and back, a chimney that's coming out to make storage space in the back of the house and the "Green Acres" sunroom, that has a lot of potential (and is home to the farmhouse sink that's going into the kitchen remodel so I have a full length countertop where it is currently tiny counter/sink/tiny counter)
But it went from looking like this (big ugly window has to go)
And this (dirty wallpaper and Liberace chandelier and too many doors).
And the pink master bedroom. . .
was given some lace curtains and a more golden glow.
We kept the same basic colors - just updated and cleaned up a bunch, rewiring but keeping the wall sconces.
Became a spot where two books were written
We did everything ourselves, including restoring all the "found on curb" furniture we added. But when it came time to do the bathrooms and kitchen I called in back up.
Why - because all I could think to do with this involved C4 which the Village was NOT going to give me a permit for.
We were lucky to get the gentleman (a former physicist, turned builder/designer) that did the famous"Meathead's" kitchen (amazing ribs dot com).
Because you need a professional like that to turn the Mamie Eisenhower Pink bathrooms and"that bathroom whose name may not be spoken"
into something a little more tranquil and fitting the house.
Or a place for a quiet soak after a long day.
Today - we went to his business and picked out everything for the kitchen. You all remember the kitchen, with the horrific peeling red linolium from the "water-inator" post?
Then the tile. Still there were the solid metal cabinets and someone covered in contact paper (yes, contact paper).
When you've made your new lamp out of an old coffee can - sometimes new-fangled just doesn't impress.
I think Mom's Swedish Horses (and friends) would approve.